Training Amber by Desiree Holt Read Free Book Online

similarity to any other rooms ended. Against the walls in both rooms were racks of instruments and toys, many of which Amber had never even seen or heard of. There were tables with more articles on them and various pieces of strange-looking furniture.
    In one room a woman stood with arms and legs outstretched, wrists and ankles manacled, her body glistening with some sort of oil. Her head hung back, her entire posture that of someone who had mentally gone to a different place. Behind her stood a lean, muscular blond wearing tight leather pants and nothing else. When he moved his arms, powerful muscles flexed in his shoulders and back.
    Rio pulled his chair close to Amber’s, his arm draped across her shoulders, his head leaned close to hers.
    “She is in what we call subspace,” he explained, nodding at the woman. “It is a place where subs learn to go mentally, removing themselves from the actuality of the scene. In subspace everything is surreal. The sub is separating herself from the environment in order to fully experience the effect of what is happening.”
    “Like zoning out?” Amber asked.
    “Sort of. But she is still intensely aware of what her Dom is doing, of the pain he inflicts and the pleasure she derives from it.” He inclined his head toward the room. “Watch. In a moment he is going to flog her and her entire body will respond sexually.”
    “Why are there so many people in the other room?”
    She stared at the four people arranged in a sort of tableau. All of them were naked. The woman, a lush blonde, was tethered to what looked like a wooden cross, arms outstretched and ankles chained to the platform. But her entire body was exposed to the men standing around her.
    “That’s Lili. She loves performing and she loves multiple partners. One man will pay attention to her breasts, one to her pussy and one to her ass. The orgasm they give her will be a powerful one.”
    Amber didn’t know where to look first. She was at once embarrassed and intensely aroused. Her thong was already soaked. When Rio slid his hand beneath the soft fabric of her dress and along her thigh to her crotch he hummed with satisfaction at what he found.
    “My instincts never fail me,” he murmured in her ear. “I knew from the very beginning that you would enjoy this.”
    “I-I’ve read about it,” she told him in a low voice. “In erotic romance novels.” She looked down at her hands, clutched together in her lap. “How pitiful that they were better than my actual sex life.”
    “But all that is in the past, cariña. ” His fingers insinuated themselves between her thighs and slipped beneath the tiny triangle of satin covering her pussy.
    Amber shivered at his touch.
    “Look.” He nodded toward the first room.
    The man in leather pants had a short, coiled whip in his hand that he snapped expertly in the air. The restrained woman jerked as if he’d actually touched her and tried to push her hips backward, as if sending him a silent signal.
    “She wants him to use it,” Amber whispered.
    ”Of course. Just keep watching.”
    With the next movement of his arm the man snapped the whip against the woman’s buttocks, leaving a thin red stripe in its wake. The audio was turned on in both rooms and Amber could hear the woman’s cry, but it was one of intense pleasure, not fear. She continued to watch as the man applied the whip until he’d counted out ten strokes, each time adding another thin red line to the woman’s creamy skin.
    When he finished he walked over to her and slid his hand between her thighs, probing her cunt. He turned to the audience, holding aloft fingers shiny with her juice, then carefully licked each finger clean. There was no question the woman was fully aroused.
    He walked around to stand in front of her and knelt at her feet, bending his head to plant his mouth on her hot sex. The view was partially blocked by her body but it was obvious he was eating her out, using his tongue to bring her to